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*NWARD  the  Nation  marches,  and  in  sight 

Of  this  far  Western  sea,  whose  ripples  glow 
Wide  towards  the  sunset,  with  its  staff  does  smite 

The  rock  of  Hope,  that  golden  streams  may  flow, 
is  our  Promised  Land,  beyond  compare 

bThe  most  prolific  Eden,  rich  and  fair. 
Here  may  we  lay  our  hearth-stones,  and  in  glee 
Of  new  possession  and  with  song,  may  we 

Set  out  the  grape  and  fig,  and  seed-corn  strew. 
Ah,  gallant  husbandmen,  what  soil  have  ye! 

This  vintage  shall  the  old  world's  youth  renew! 


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as  her  hills  shall  be  her  honour's  height, 
Deep  as  her  gorges  loyalty  shall  go, 
Broad  as  her  plains  or  as  her  eagle's  flight 

Shall  be  the  freedom  she  shall  then  bestow. 
is  is  our  field  j  so  gird  us,  and  be  yare 
conquer  and  to  hold,  to  brave  and  dare 
e  perils  of  her  wealth — nor  bow  the  knee 
To  the  dead  laws,  nor  from  live  truths  to  flee! 

Thus,  only,  must  we  fare  the  long  years  through, 
If  the  land  fatten — and  be  this  our  plea: 

This  vintage  shall  the  old  world's  youth  renew! 


JRING  no  old  myths  to  exercise  their  might 

O'er  her  grey  mountains'  grim  defending  row; 
Let  the  past  heroes  linger  in  the  night, 

Nor  haunt  her  meadows  where  wild  flowers  blow! 
False  gods  are  all  behind,  ah,  leave  them  there - 
Let  the  new  race  dare  breathe  her  fresher  air! 
Tribe  after  tribe  has  lived  and  left  her  free; 
Aztec  and  Indian  hailed  Yosemite, 

Shasta  and  Tamalpais  —  the  Spaniard,  too, 
Passed  with  the  Russ ;   but  't  is  her  fate's  decree 
This  vintage  shall  the  old  world's  youth  renew! 


may  we  garner  nothing  but  the  Right - 
The  seeds  of  Error  may  we  never  sow! 
The  soil  is  virgin  and  the  sunshine  bright, 

The  glad  warm  rains  shall  teach  the  bud  to  grow. 
Strike  deep  the  furrow  straight  with  forthright  care 
y    ^  And  gather  all  the  lavish  Seasons  bear, 
\~-J  Then  shall  a  nation  rise,  of  such  degree 
As  never  Argonaut  dared  hope  to  see! 

A  thousand  harvests  shall  not  half  subdue 
The  power  of  this  land's  abundant  fee; 

This  vintage  shall  the  old  world's  youth  renew! 


'H,  maiden  West!    What  need  to  reindite 

Her  beauties  and  her  blessings — all  men  know! 
The  day  rings  with  her  laughter  of  delight, 

AH  of  earth's  good  she  has,  without  the  woe. 
The  joy  of  youth  is  hers — a  future  rare 
Is  hers  to  win,  to  foster  and  to  share; 
Strong,  reckless,  frank  and  generous  is  she, 
Holding  with  thoughtless  hand  her  fortune's  key; 

Yet  underneath  her  sun  and  heavens  blue 
The  vine  shall  yield,  and  it  shall  come  to  be 

This  vintage  shall  the  old  world's  youth  renew! 


ENVOY 


PIONEER,  what  task  is  set  for  thee! 

Not  thine  to  taste  the  fruit,  but  plant  the  tree; 

The  years  of  strife  are  thine;  if  thou  art  true, 
Thy  son's  sons  shall  enjoy  the  jubilee. 

This  vintage  shall  the  old  world's  youth  renew. 

—  Gelett  'Bargess. 


